| So I walk a little too fast and I drive a little too fast
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| And I’m reckless it’s true, but what else can you do at the
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| End of a love affair?
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| So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much
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| And my voice is too loud, when I’m out in a crowd
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| So that people are apt to stare
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| Do they know, do they care, that it’s only that I’m lonely
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| And low as can be?
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| And the smile on my face isn’t really a smile at all!
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| So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much
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| And the tunes I request are not always the best
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| But the ones where the trumpets blare!
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| So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it’s taking
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| Your place
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| But what else can you do, at the end of a love affair |